Forgotten-Children
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Just posting a fan-fiction for "9" I made recently.
I recommend seeing the movie first before actually reading this but you can do whatever you want. (I had to split the fic into two parts.)
Character 19:
Bio:
Name: 19
Gender: Female
Weapon: A staph made up of a stick, bottle cap, and a Diamond ring. / Jeweled hands.
Bio: 19 is unlike any of the original 9 stitchpunks. She 'came to be' when the 'beginning meets the end' She is a very timid creature and lives alone underground in the sewers to hide from the beasts that thrive upon the surface. 19 is capable of speech but very rarly ever talks. We she does, she speaks in stutter from all her fear. Yet she can can sing in an eligant voice whom she only shares with herself and her old, pheonix friend, Zero. (I'll have to come up with art of him)
Though she rarely uses them, her jeweled hands are capable of holding parts of souls sucked out from their original bodies. However, the process of taking that soul damages her own- erasing memories and what was once her. Because of this, she has become very depressed and questions life and it's worths over the pain she has had to endure.
Under her cape, she has the three symbols of the talisman embroidered on her on her back. These glow green whenever she attempts to suck out a soul.
Friends: Zero, the twins.
Acquaintances: 7 and 9
Enemies: The Horned Beast
Number placement: Back/ left arm.
I recommend seeing the movie first before actually reading this but you can do whatever you want. (I had to split the fic into two parts.)
Character 19:
Bio:
Name: 19
Gender: Female
Weapon: A staph made up of a stick, bottle cap, and a Diamond ring. / Jeweled hands.
Bio: 19 is unlike any of the original 9 stitchpunks. She 'came to be' when the 'beginning meets the end' She is a very timid creature and lives alone underground in the sewers to hide from the beasts that thrive upon the surface. 19 is capable of speech but very rarly ever talks. We she does, she speaks in stutter from all her fear. Yet she can can sing in an eligant voice whom she only shares with herself and her old, pheonix friend, Zero. (I'll have to come up with art of him)
Though she rarely uses them, her jeweled hands are capable of holding parts of souls sucked out from their original bodies. However, the process of taking that soul damages her own- erasing memories and what was once her. Because of this, she has become very depressed and questions life and it's worths over the pain she has had to endure.
Under her cape, she has the three symbols of the talisman embroidered on her on her back. These glow green whenever she attempts to suck out a soul.
Friends: Zero, the twins.
Acquaintances: 7 and 9
Enemies: The Horned Beast
Number placement: Back/ left arm.
.::Rebirth::.
.::Tale of Twins::.
The sun shined brightly this morning off a little one's eyes. The little doll was dressed in a light blue and yellow striped outfit with a cotton, navy blue hood. She opened her tired eyes as she glanced out the room window to gain focus back to the waking world. She snuggled close to her older, twin brother. It must have been too early to wake... 3 was still asleep soundly. Perhaps a few more moments of rest would be good. Along with playing, 3 and 4 both use their energy for studying the history of the human race before them. It is what the Scientist, "Father" as 4 called him, created them to do- to protect the spark of life. It was all that was left of humanity.
Protecting it seemed rather pointless to 4 now. The pieces of "Father's" soul have already passed on with the deaths of many...
5, the kindhearted mechanic- though meek, he became such a hero by the help of 9. The man lost his left eye do to the war between the humans and the machines.
6, the impulsive artist- he rarely spoke at all in an almost anti-social nature, but he spoke with his drawings. 6 always had visions of these strange shapes and kept going on about "the source". Later we found the source to be "Father". He gave his life to prove that the souls of the others had been trapped inside by an evil machine.
8, the body guard- he may have shown to be a bit of a brute, but deep down, he always protected them all when they were in any danger.
1, the leader- despite his cowardly nature, 4 saw him as a hero the day that he sacrificed himself to save 9.
And 2… Oh how she missed him… 2 was an elderly doll whom created his own inventions out of trash left by the humans long ago. A cheerful old man who always seemed to have a smile on his face, 2 was always fun to be around. Up till that day...
4 sat up and swallowed her sorrow. She remembered that day all too well… It hurt... to see 2's corpse afloat on the waters of the underground. Such a cold, dank catacomb... It did not match his personality in the slightest, but he is to forever rest there.
The young doll felt wetness on her face. This was becoming a regular occurrence to her. None of the remaining stitchpunks knew about her tears. Not even her twin brother, 3. Tears that fell as rain from the sky the same night that everyone that had given their lives to destroy the evil machines that "Father" created. He did not know that they would be dangerous. They lacked the human soul so they could in fact be controlled by anyone and could not feel the need to decide right from wrong. It was impossible to them. They were only guided by a blind, red eye.
Her tears overflowed. She covered her dampened face with her hand and weeped. She had to stop this... 4 could not possibly let her brother see her like this... she could not let him worry about her. After all, it was something humans do whenever the are upset. And that is what she was... Why did they have to die... ? All her friends... no... family. They were her family...
Why could they not be brought back...? ... Why? Her eyes flickered in anger and sadness causing 3 to stir. 4's eyes widened in panic. Her mouth gaped open for a moment as if to gasp but no sound could be heard. She quickly wiped away any evidence of tears.
There was no point in resting now. 3 was already starting to awaken. No doubt 9 and 7 will be as well. She breathed in and out silently, rustling the covers or hers and her brother's bed. It had been made out of fabric scraps left over by "Father" when he created all nine stitchpunks.
3's eyes slowly opened as he stretched his arms with a silent yawn. 4 looked at him with a shy smile. "Morning." Her eyes flashed.
"You're up already?" His eyes flashed back curiously. "Well, I guess we can get a head start on the books I found yesterday."
The younger doll's smile disappeared. "Maybe... but, couldn't we play on the teeter spoon for the morning?"
The brother grimaced. "You KNOW we have work to do..."
"C'mon.... Please?" She begged. "Only for a few minutes?"
The brother rolled his dark, raven eyes and flickered. "Oh, alright... but we have to get to work as soon as the others wake up."
4 giggled happily as she crawled off the bed hastily and raced through the door. 3 stretched his legs and quickly followed her.
He flashed brightly, "I call the dip!"
"No fair!" 4 flashed with a whine. "You ALWAYS get the dip!"
***
Outside they saw a red, sandy area and an invention that the twins always wished to play on. The teeter spoon. It was designed by 2 after the war had taken place. Danger had died down. It was rare to see enemies lurking around the cathedral. 3 and 4 always wanted to play with him. The both cared for him and he cared for them. 2 was almost like a second father to them since their creator was around only for so long.
The teeter spoon was made up with a metallic utensil mounted on a spool of thread. The handles were tied to an elastic thread, letting the sides of the spoon totter up and down with the weight added to each side.
3 hopped onto the dipped side causing the other to spring up in the air. 4 had to climb up to her side. Her brother stood up on the tips of his toes to help her until she finally found her seat. With the weight of her, 3's side lifted upwards. He giggled slightly. Only 4 could hear
him. She giggled as well in only a language that they could understand.
They tottered for a long while, just sharing giggles as they time flew by. 3 glanced up at the red, sun-soaked sky and observed something 'flying' above them. That word was one he had discovered in a book simply titled 'Birds'- named after the animal itself. They looked like fuzzy beasts with points faces. They looked very similar to the skull that 7 wore as a helmet.
An object fluttered down from the sky towards the twins. 3 examined the fuzzy item as it landed gently in the middle of their plaything. With flashing lights, 4 cocked her head to the side and scanned it further. In the book it said that birds were cloaked in what was known as 'feathers'. Could that possibly be what this was? They had never seen one outside of the book. It had the same features as what they had learned from the book.
Holding onto the handles of their ride, 3 attempted to grasp the lime green feather. The feather tickled his hand with the fluffy down near the quill end. It was very pretty. 3 glanced up to the sky again and witnessed the bird flying closer to the ground than it originally was. Did it want the feather back? It was so close now that the duo could see it's markings that that the colored feathers created together. The beast was rather large compared to the young ones. It's body was covered in tiny off white feathers that contrasted into a shining, green crest and wings.
It had landed with its clawed feet. 3 approached with caution with 4 right behind him. She was intimidated but her older brother stood his ground. He held out his hand with the feather in the other.
Squak squak...
The bird stepped over slowly to the brother twin as its beak met with his hand.
Coooo..... Wark?
3 held out the emerald feather. The bird tilted its head as if to ponder something. It seemed to take the feather for a moment but immediately handed it back to 3. The twin hesitantly grasped it in confusion. Could this animal be giving the feather to him?
Coo.... Cooowrraaak.
The older one smiled. 4 walked in behind him and held onto his shoulders. 3 turned to his sister and giggled. He then slipped the quill in her hood. 4 felt at ease now and smiled. It seemed tame for a wild animal. The young doll flickered a silent giggle as the beast twitched its head in curiosity.
WRRRARK!!!
"Kids! Get away from that thing!"
"Huh?!" The twins were startled by the familiar voice. Both swung around to see a taller, older stitchpunk know as 7. She was the warrior of the group that showed almost no fear. It was her job to keep the twins safe. The woman jabbed at the bird with her spear to frighten it off. The two young ones flailed their arms in front of her and flashed their eyes frantically for her to stop. Shaking their heads- doing anything to convince her to cease.
7 was rather confused, but lowered her weapon to look at the creature. It seemed harmless, but was it really? It was important to keep her guard up... for the twins sake. She must protect them no matter the cost.
"What is it?" She asked them. "Where did it come from?"
3 and 4 exchanged glances, flickering in their own language and got an idea. 3 beckoned the warrior to follow them to the library. It held the answer in which he nor his sister could speak. The twins led the way with 7 close behind. She eyed the bird with caution- watching its every move- still questioning whether or not to actually trust this beast. If it even attempted to harm 3 and 4, she would be certain to kill it without warning.
***
The library was an immensly large building with shelves filled with books riddled with endless amounts of information - the twins sanctuary from any evil machines that tried to attack them.
Being with 3 and 7, 4 remembered well about the time that they were separated from the group and had to hide here. 7 had been badly injured at the time- Her back slashed open and her number destroyed. The Cat Beast attacked the clan- she had unfotunatly gotten too close to the beast as she tried her best to fend off the monster. With his sharp claws, he tore an enormous hole in her back. The others, and even 4, thought she was dead, however, the twins rushed to her aid. The metallic feline stared at his pray with a glaring, crimson eye- readying to pounce any moment.
4 and 3 looked up at the monster- terrified- they could not even move. He let out an earsplitting screech as he was about to attack, but a loud crash could be heard - then gunshots- a Walker Droid was firing it's machine gun carelessly. The machine sparked from a large cavity that had been blown open from an attack. It had been malfunctioning. The Cat Beast's attention had turned to the machine. He jumped away from ever bullet launched at him before the Walker finally collapsed to the ground. The sparks turned to heated flames- the machine soon fulminated! The larger group of stitchpunks fled away from the scene. The twins glanced at the rocky ground which was now soaked in flaming oil. They had to run away while they had the chance.
Grasping 7 by the arms, they both drag her out of the way. They had to find a safe place to hide so they could not be found by the Cat Beast once again. They stumbled across a doorway close by. The word 'Library' above the entrace had been faded but was still legible. The twins stepped inside, scanning the walls of any danger that may be lurking. It was eerily silent but they laid 7 down. 3 scurried to find something to stitched her with while 4 looked for a patch. He found a wooden splinter and bits of thread on the floor. 4 had uncovered a tan torn book casing. She tugged at it as it ripped. The younger twin took the slab of fabric back and placed it over 7's back as 3 started sewing. It was difficult. He had not ever sewn before but he remembers what 2 did when he had to sew a patch over 5's damaged eye.
When he was finished sewing her, she stirred. 7 slowly opened her eyes to see the twins looking at her happily that she was alive. She smiled back then remembered what had happened before she fell unconscious.
"Is everyone alright?!"
The twins looked worried and exchanged glances. They did not know if they were or not. 7 shook her head thinking that they were in danger.
"I have to go find them. You two stay here hidden." she commanded.
***
4 shook her head as she snapped back to reality. Flicker flicker. 3 pointed to an open book on a shelf above them. On the floor was a large book propped up. It has strings that marked the pages and led towards the shelves with a pully system. The twins flipped through the heavy pages to find a grey picture of a feathered creature that looked similar to the one that they found earlier. 3 and 4 helped eachother pull the string down until they felt a tug on the other side.
The twins scurried hastily to the platform. 7 was close behind. She wondered why the young ones were so interested in this flying animal. They seemed to almost want to protect it. But was it logical to trust in this creature? 7 had endured harsh enviroments and cruel characters since the day she was created. Trusting anyone for her was difficult.
The lift came to a halt as 3 and 4 bolted off and opened a large, chestnut colored book titled 'Birds of the World'. Inside of it, the pages explained the mechanics of a bird's wing. Tiny hollow bones made them up making it simple for these creatures to fly.
Looking through more information, they had found that even some birds were kept by humans as harmless pets. The twins exchanged glances. Turning to 7 while they both smiled, 7 sighed. "I suppose you want to keep this bird then?"
The twins nodded happily as 7 agreed for them to keep it. The three of them looked up at the hole in the ceiling where the fluttering bird flocked in. "Just be careful with it. If he ever tries to hurt you, I want you to come to me. Understand?" 7 said with a stern yet caring voice.
The young ones nodded happily. The two of them hopped on the bird's back as it spred its wings to fly out of the building. 4 held onto her brother's shoulders tightly. They were flying very high up above the ground which neither one of them had experienced before.
Squaaaaak!
The two giggled and looked down below. They could see everything from the sky! The bird had flown them to a broken house. It was the scientist's lab. They had remembered it from before when they were first created by him. Inside they looked through all the things he had left behind. 4 had came across a child's book. 4 was unsure why 'Father' had kept it, but it reminded her about the time when 2 used to read to her and her brother. The book had been titled 'Little Red Riding Hood'. The twins were always eager for him to read it t them every night before they went to bed.
One night after he had tucked them in and he had left the room, they had heard 1 yelling at him. Both 1 and 2's voices were muffled from where they were sleeping. The two crawled out of bed in order to see what was wrong.
1 seemed to always overreact and told the others what to do. He considered himself as the leader of the clan.
***
"You're filling there minds with rubbish! They should be studying about human information only! That's what they were created for!"
2 glared at him. "I won't let these children be reduced to mindless robots! You don't see the importance in a child's life since you never were one!"
"You're not their father." 1 stated.
"I may not be but I do what I can to teach them all that I know." 2 explained.
1 grumbled. "What good would that you?! You're endangering them but putting dreams and fantasies in their heads that will never be useful!"
"Those fairy tales make a child what they are. I don't want the twins to be used for information. They deserve to live out a child's life."
1 was silent for a moment. "No child can ever live in this hellish world. Not when the beasts lurk in every corner."
2 sighed. " We have to find a way to destroy them and bring peace back to this world."
"It's too dangerous to think we can destroy them. It is better to wait until they 'go to sleep' like the humans did." 1 shook his head and thought. " I want you to go scout. Warn us, if there's any sign of danger."